"That tattoo on his shoulder, it's like a spit at our faces! You could at least have some respect to our religion," Enriki continued, "and not tattoo such openly blasphemy drawings."
"Why that?" Nikto said.
"Oh really!"
"Come on, cool down. I've spent enough time with you and haven't seen you worshipping your gods even once. Though there were some of your religious holidays during that time. Or am I wrong?"
"No, you're not," Lis laughed.
Nikto grinned in reply, showing his filed but still impressive fangs; it was a smile of a predator admitting his strength. He'd never done that before in their presence. He showed them what they wanted to see. He was magnificent.
"You're not a human," Enriki said. "You're not a human and you don't even try to become one."
* * *
When Nikto came back to his room, he saw Orel who lay in his bed with a half-empty bottle in his hand.
